Maven has loved the song Amapola for years.
She has finally found the lyrics, in both Spanish and English. This is one of the songs that the Three Tenors did as
well as others like Helen O'Connell and Deanna Durbin (First Love. 1939):

A huge hit composed as a humorous response to the immensely popular Rudolph Valentino,
The Sheik, this song became a bona fide piece of American pop culture during the Roaring '20s. It was even referenced in F.
Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. It was introduced by the Club Royal Orchestra, and jazz bands also took an instant liking
to it, which some have credited to the Louisiana town of Arabi, which became the source of an in-joke amongs jazz musicians.Lyrics*:I'm
the Sheik of Araby,Your love belongs to me.At night when you're asleep,Into your tent I'll creep.

And the stars that shine above,Will light our way to love.You'll roam this land with me,I'm the Sheik
of Araby.

Oh, I'm the Sheik
of Araby,And all the women worship me.You should see them follow me around. Not bad.Even wives of all the other
sheiks,They beg to kiss my rosy cheeks.And that ain't bad -- in fact, that's good, I've found. I'm a cad!

When
I lay down to sleep,I'm counting girls instead of sheep.From my harem I can't scare 'em out. Why should I?They're
beauties from all races,And some have pretty faces.I'm the Sheik who knows what love is all about.

Hooray for HollywoodThat screwy, ballyhooey Hollywood!Where
any office boyOr young mechaniccan be a panicWith just a good-looking pan (pan=face)And any barmaidCan
be a star maidIf she dances with or without a fan (reference: Sally Rand*)Hooray for Hollywood!Where you're terrificif
you're even good!Where anyone at all from Shirley Temple (child actress)to Aimee Semple (Aimee Semple McPherson -
evangelist)is equally understoodCome on and try your luckYou could be Donald DuckHooray for Hollywood!

Hooray for Hollywood!That phony, super Coney,
HollywoodThey come from Chilicothes and Padukahswith their bazookas (it could refer to so many things!)To see their names up in lightsAll armed
with photosFrom local rotosWith their hair in curlersand legs in tightsHooray for Hollywood!You may be
homely in your neighborhood.Still, if you think that you can be an actorSee Mister Factor (Max Factor - makeup artist)He'd
make a monkey look good!Within a half an hourYou'll look like Tyrone Power (hunky action star)Hooray for Hollywood!
(Courtesy of http://johnnymercer.com/FAQ/Hooray%20for%20Hollywood.htm)

OR

Hooray for HollywoodThat screwy, ballyhooey
HollywoodWhere any office boy or young mechanicCan be a panic, with just a goodlooking panWhere any barmaid can
be a star maidIf she dances with or without a fan

Hooray for HollywoodWhere you're terrific, if you're even
goodWhere anyone at all from TV's LassieTo Monroe's chassis is equally understoodGo out and try your luck, you
might be Donald DuckHooray for Hollywood

Hooray for HollywoodThat phoney, super coney HollywoodThey come
from Chillicothes and PadukahsWith their bazookas to get their names up in lightsAll armed with photos from local
rotosWith their hair in ribbons and legs in tights

How about the lyrics to a song from
A Day at the Races, the Marx Brothers movie? It was cut from the movie but Maven has found a website with the
lyrics of the song that Groucho Marx does, explaining his character of Dr. Hackenbush . . . .